Ludo
“We need backup,” father growled at me. “We can’t take on these tribes with just the two of us.”
“How are we going to get anyone to help us?” I asked in a bored tone.
“Ugh, I wish you and that halfwit were more useful,” he snapped. “Complete waste of dragon scales. I don’t know! It’s not like my persuasion even works anymore. f*****g hemlock.”
He was always blaming his lack of powers on the hemlock sword that was used to debilitate him. The only thing he could do now is sire other dragons with powers. Usually just his presence was frightening enough to others that they’d just abandon everything and run. Father never had to do more than huff and puff and blow some green flames. But taking on two tribes known for their warriors is another story.
“What about rogues?” I asked. “They
